Practically jumping to the ground, she knelt and looked up at him.
His hand reached down and cupped her jaw, smoothing the palm along the curve of her cheek, he whispered, “I love you.”
With a soft and gentle smile, she replied, “I know. I love you too.”
Directing her head now, into the position he wanted, he said, “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed.
Grabbing his cock, he lifted it and proceeded to dip his balls into her mouth. She sucked hard, knowing exactly how he liked it. Her wet mouth suckled and applied pressure to his balls with her tongue. Prodding it into that tender flesh, she drove him wild.
Then, he cupped both hands around her head and directed his cock into her mouth. Slowly at first, he thrust into her. Slowly, he allowed the tip of his cock to reach the back of her throat and when her eyes twinkled at him, his hips began to speed up. Going a little faster and a little deeper each time. And each time, she took it.
Growling gruff groans began to escape him and his head tilted back dazedly, as she continued to accept him. When finally he spewed deep into her throat, he pulled himself from her and dragged her upwards. Clinging to her, he whispered, “God, I love you, Brooke. Never forget that.”
She embraced him back, their sweaty damp flesh making them stick slightly to each other, and said, “I love you too, Zeno. I'll never forget that you love me, because I've been dying for your love for the last six years.”
He laughed, a little sadly. “Me too, darling. Me too.”
Sucking in a shocked breath, she muttered, astonished, “All that time wasted. All that sorrow, when I wanted to tell you but couldn't.”
Burrowing her face into his chest, she hugged him tight, felt herself clinging to him for support and for the love she needed.
“I know, Brooke. I know.” He paused. “Can you live here, darling?”
“If I have to,” she muttered against his chest. “I can live anywhere, so long as I have you.”
“If I'm in this position, you'll always be safe. You'll never have to worry about being taken again.”
She sighed, “That would be nice.”
“Is that all that would be nice?”
Smiling softly, she shook her head. “If I'm with you, everything's nice,” she whispered.
“You're love sick,” he stated on a chuckle.
“Well, aren't you, too?” Brooke asked with a wrinkled nose.
“Yeah,” he smiled beatifically, “I suppose I am.” He studied her face. “Correction. I definitely am.”
The End
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